How ironic.
You were the one who told us not to get attached. Not to anything, to any object, any aspect of life, even the familiarity at the thought of death. Maybe living without a single anchor is impossible. Maybe that's why it was the speaker of those very words that I chose to grow attached to.
Of course, I would never let it get in your way. You never exactly helped, in that respect. Doing reckless things, throwing your life away so rashly; just because we don't fear death doesn't mean you have to run headlong into it so consistently! I'm always the one to hold you back, then cover it up with a smooth lie. Have you noticed?
You shouldn't, I don't want that. But at the same time, I long for your attention, an affection I can't have. A life that I see shortening every day. That's why I'm with you. I'm attached to you, so I'll go beside you to any end we'll meet, even if we all have to die with it.
And if that attachment brings me anything but strength, I'll throw it away. Trust me, I'm capable. But until then, this love will only make me stronger. Make us stronger.
I wanted to turn this concept into a Jin x Takaya fic, but I'm half asleep and I didn't really think about it. I'm sorry if it isn't very good. I do not own either character, whom belong to the creators of Persona 3.